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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.