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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.