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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Television,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.