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 Greece and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Franke,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.