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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.