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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.