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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Wings,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.