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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.