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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.