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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.