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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.