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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.