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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Scion,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.