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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.