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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Suicide,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.