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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.