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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
JFA,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.