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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.