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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.