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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.