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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.