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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.