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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.