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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.