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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.