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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.