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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.