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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.