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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.