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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.