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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.