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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.