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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.