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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.