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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.