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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.