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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.