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 Namibia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
John Cale,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.