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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.