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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Gong,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.