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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.