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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Mars,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.