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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.