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 Norway 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.