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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.