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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.