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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.