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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.