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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.