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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.