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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Franke,
Fear,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.