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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.