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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.