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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.