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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Index,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.