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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.