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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.