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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Nico,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.