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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.