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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.