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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Index,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Smog,
Can,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.