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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.