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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.