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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.