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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Nas,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.