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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.