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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.