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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.