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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.