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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.