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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.