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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.