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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.