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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.