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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and 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.