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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.