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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Magma,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.