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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Nas,
John Cale,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.