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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.