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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.