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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.