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 Manila.
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 Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.