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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.