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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.