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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.