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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.