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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.