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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.