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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.