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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.