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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.