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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.