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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.