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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Technova,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Wings,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.