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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
World's Most,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
ABC,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Swans,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.