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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.