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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.