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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.