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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.