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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.