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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.