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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.