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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Excepter,
a-ha,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.