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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.