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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.