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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.