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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.