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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Television,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
AZ,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.