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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.