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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
The Move,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.