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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.