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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.