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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Monolake,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.