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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.