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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.