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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.