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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.