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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.