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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Icehouse 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.