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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.