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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
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The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.