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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Hashim,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.