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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.