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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Index,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.