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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.