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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.