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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.