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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.