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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.