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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.