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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.