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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.