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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.