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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.