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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 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 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Smog,
EPMD,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.