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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.