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 Chile 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.