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 Dominica and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Scion,
This Heat,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.