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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.