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 El Salvador 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.