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 Israel 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.