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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.