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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Can,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.