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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.