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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.