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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.