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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.