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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.