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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Scion,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.