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 Greece and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.