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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.