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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.