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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.