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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.