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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Technova,
10cc,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.