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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.