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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.