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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.