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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.