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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
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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.