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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.