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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.