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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.