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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.