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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.