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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.