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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.