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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.