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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.