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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Can,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.