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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.