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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
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.