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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.