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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.