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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.