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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.