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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.