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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.