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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.