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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.