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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.