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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.