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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.