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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
EPMD,
Skarface,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.