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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.