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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.