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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.