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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.