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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Index,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
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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.