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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.