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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.