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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
10cc,
Scion,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.