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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Fear to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Mars,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.