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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.