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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.