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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.