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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.