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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.