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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.