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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.