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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 808 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.