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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.