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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.