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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 The Move to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.