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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Pagans,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.