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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.