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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Index,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.