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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.