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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.