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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.