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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.