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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.