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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.