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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.