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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.