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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.