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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Aswad to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Fear,
Lalann,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.