Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Ossler,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.