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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.