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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Television,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.