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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Television,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.