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 Maldives 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.