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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.