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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.