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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.