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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.