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 Syria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Brick,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.