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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.