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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.