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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.