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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.