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 Japan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.