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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
CMW,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.