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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 Paris and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
CMW,
Can,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Slits,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.