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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.