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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.