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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.