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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.