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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.