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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.