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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.