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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.