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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.