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 Georgia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.