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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.