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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.