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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Smog,
Shoche,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.