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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Real Kids to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.