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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.