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 China 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.