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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.