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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Brick,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.