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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
MC5,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.