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 East Timor 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.