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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.