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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.