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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.