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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.