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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.