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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.