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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.