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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Visage,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.