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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.