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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.