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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.