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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.