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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Television,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Can,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.