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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
UT,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
JFA,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.