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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.