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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.