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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.