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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
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Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.