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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
UT,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.