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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.