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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Q65,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.