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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.