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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.