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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
JFA,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.