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 Papua New Guinea 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.