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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.