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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.