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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.