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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.