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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Hashim,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.