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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.