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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
PIL,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.