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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.