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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.