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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
X-101,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.