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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.