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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.