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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.