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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.