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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Television,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.