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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Motions,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.