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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.