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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.