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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Brick,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.