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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
X-102,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.