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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.