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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.