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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.