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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Wings,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.