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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.