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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.