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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.