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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.