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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.