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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.