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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.