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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 ABC 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
PIL,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.