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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.