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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.