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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
MDC,
Skriet,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.