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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.