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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.