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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Slave,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.