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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.