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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.