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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Index,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.