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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.