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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.