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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.