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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.