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 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.