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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.