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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.