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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 marimba 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 Mandrill 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Womack,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.