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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.