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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.