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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.