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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.