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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.