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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Martian,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.