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 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.