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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.