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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.