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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.