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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Japan,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.