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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.