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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Hashim,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.