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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.