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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.