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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Scion,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.