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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.