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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.