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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.