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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.