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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rakim 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Hoover,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.