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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.