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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Television,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.