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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.