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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.