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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Television,
10cc,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.