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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Ten City,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.