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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.