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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.