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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.