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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Index,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.