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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.