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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.