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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.