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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.