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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.