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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.