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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
MDC,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.