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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.