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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.