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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.