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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.