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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.