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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and 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.