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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.