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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.