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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.