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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.