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 Ireland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.