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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.