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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.