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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.