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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.