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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.