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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.