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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Fad Gadget 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.