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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.