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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.