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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.