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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.