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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Crime,
AZ,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.