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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Fear,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.