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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Nico,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.