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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Can,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.