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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.