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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.