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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.