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 France and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.