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 Greece 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.