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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.