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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.