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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.