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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.