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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Mars,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.