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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.