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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.