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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
10cc,
The Index,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.