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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.