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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.