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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.