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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Move,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.