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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.