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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Wake,
10cc,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.