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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.