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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.