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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
10cc,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.