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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.