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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Cure,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.