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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.