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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.