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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.