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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.