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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.