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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
MDC,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.