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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.