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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.