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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.