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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.