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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.