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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.