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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.