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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.