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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Index,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
PIL,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.