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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.