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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.