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 Palau 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.