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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Symarip,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.