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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.