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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.