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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.