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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.