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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.