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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.