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 India and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.