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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.