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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.