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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
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.