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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.