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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Pole,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.