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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.