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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.