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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Nas,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.