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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.