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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.