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 Austria 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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.