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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.