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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.