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 India and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.