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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
MDC,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.