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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.