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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
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.