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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.