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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.