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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.