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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.