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 United States and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.