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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.