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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.