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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
MDC,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.