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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.