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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.