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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.