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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Crime,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.