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 India and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.