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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ossler 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.