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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.