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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.