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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.