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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.