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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.