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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.