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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Scientists,
UT,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.