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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.