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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.