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 India and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.