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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.