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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.