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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.