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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.