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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.