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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.