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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.