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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.