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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.