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 Papua New Guinea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.