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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.