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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.