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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.