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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Names,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.