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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.