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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.