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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
MC5,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.