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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Faust,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.