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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.