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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.