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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.