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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.