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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.