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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Litter to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.