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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.