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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.