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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.