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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.