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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.